Basements in Hollywood remix

[Intro] Basements in Hollywood Concrete and cheap wood Posters half-ripped off Neighbors bangin' on the wall like, "turn that off" (hey!) [Verse 1] Red cup spill on the thrift store rug Mic duct-taped to a broom, that’s love Phone light crowd, five homies, one plug We turn that laundry room into a club Krump step, two-step, heel-toe, lean Harlem Shake, C-walk, little Pop Lock dream Cha-cha slide in the mosh pit swing Shmoney dance while the smoke machine screams (woah) [Chorus] Basements in Hollywood We naming every move, every groove, every hood dance Basements in Hollywood We shouting every song, every hook like a war chant We go, left foot, right foot, slide “Lose Control,” “In Da Club,” “Pride” Basements in Hollywood If you know the words, better shout ’em to the sky [Verse 2] Snapback tilted like a rodeo king Little drawl in the flow when the banjo rings But the floorboards shake when the 6-fo’ swings Westside hand signs in the laundry steam Call that Millie Rock, then we Hit Dem Folks Cat Daddy in the corner, nearly hit my folks Crank That, Dougie, Freak-a-Leak jokes But I’m spittin’ like I’m tryna put a hole in these quotes Eight Mile daydream, Cypress night I’m a cash crop kid with a neon bite From the cornfield roads to the strip mall lights To a busted-down bunker in the hills tonight [Chorus] Basements in Hollywood We naming every move, every groove, every hood dance Basements in Hollywood We shouting every song, every hook like a war chant We go, left foot, right foot, slide “California Love,” “Rough Riders Ride” Basements in Hollywood If you know the words, better shout ’em to the sky [Bridge] Who got the coldest verse? Who got the last word? Circle up, pick a mark Let the sharp tongue work I’m like: “Boy, your bar so plain, it need baggage claim I’m the underground king, make the ceiling rain You got TikTok hands, I got classic veins You just ride that wave, I built half this lane” (uh) [Chorus] Basements in Hollywood We naming every move, every groove, every hood dance Basements in Hollywood We shouting every song, every hook like a war chant We go, left foot, right foot, slide “Back That Thang Up,” “Nothin’ But A G Ride” Basements in Hollywood If you know the words, better shout ’em to the sky [Outro] Down here, we already stars Sweat-dripped halos in the dark Basements in Hollywood Someday they’ll say it’s where the legends started (started)